All These Years The Well Looks At The Moon
At the bottom of a well
lies a silver ring
looking up at a silver moon
lost now this past 50 years.
(She gasped as it slipped and fell
from her now too thin finger
after the birth...and death
of a baby girl)
and tears fell
as hopelessly she watched it fall
into a future
that a silver ring dreaming
of a silver moon
couldn’t possibly foretell
of a stranger
finding this strange ring
pregnant and precious only
with the tale
it conceals.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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